Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Well, here's what I understand:

Here's what happened: The Abyss was sealed.

The terrifying crack in the universe disappeared.

But the price...is reflected on Chronos.

His always vibrant silver hair now looked dull and almost translucent.

He was exhausted, but calm.

"The pollution won't leak anymore," he said, his voice steady, as if the immense power he had just exerted was insignificant.

Honestly, it's pretty awesome.

This ancient entity, no one knows how long it has existed, but is this the price of sealing the crack?

Then Michael spoke.

He asked a question, not a thank you, it wasn't time yet.

"How much of your life have you consumed?" Michael never beat around the bush or got emotional.

He only focuses on the key points and pays attention to important details.

Chronos did not answer with words, but a dazzling golden light flashed.

A golden field bloomed from his holy sword, and a surging divine power enveloped Chronos.

The air crackled with energy, and sacred runes danced in the light.

Time seemed to slow down, and Chronos's visible aging process was arrested.

It's a miracle, a state of stillness.

It’s amazing!

This grand gesture combines respect, gratitude and strength.

Then, there was a solemn oath.

Michael made a request.

He put Chronos on guard.

That makes sense.

Chronos is the anchorer, Michael is the hunter.

"I will return to Earth," he declared.

"Go find the source of this attack." I could feel the hunt begin.

I want to make sure justice is done.

Now, he sets off.

A golden meteor erupted from the moon, a pure light streaking through the darkness and rushing towards the blue earth.

That speed, that determination!

I love the imagery, the transformation of character, the promise of action.

This is so exciting.

My attention shifted to the ocean, a stark contrast to the previous celestial scene.

The ocean was vast and empty, the only sound being the crash of the waves.

My eyes fell on a solitary figure, Wang Mian, who was floating on the water.

Desperation emanated from him.

His face was pale and his eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

He failed.

His dream of becoming a god and the law of time were shattered.

He only has two years left to live.

He was heading towards Daxia, the place he called home.

But now, even that place seemed unfamiliar.

Then, the sea mist swirled and condensed into another older king's face.

He is like a tired old man in his old age.

There was a deep, weary sadness in his eyes, as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

I immediately realized that he had failed to become a god.

The older Wang Mian hesitated.

He dreaded this meeting, this confrontation.

He didn't want to face his failure, he was already broken.

The older Wang Mian began to explain the time loop and the desperate gamble.

He talked about the unintended consequences, about the deaths that occurred.

He tried to change the situation and save people, but he failed.

He seemed troubled.

His guilt, helplessness, and pain were all palpable.

The young Wang Mian asked a question.

If he can control time, why doesn't he go back in time?

Why not sort things out?

"If you can turn back time to save people, why not fix things?"

"Why couldn't you save... me?"

His eyes fell on his hands.

This older Wang Mian looks and feels very old.

The answer came, a cryptic and decisive one.

"Time is no longer a toy that I can manipulate at will...it has become a debt that I can never repay."

This is such a wonderful suspense.

I'm looking forward to what happens next.

The hideous black cracks, filled with silver divine power,

It is not a rough closure, but it seems to be rewoven from the root of the law by an invisible hand.

Every particle of dust that makes up the moon rocks is in a form that transcends physics.

Return to their most original and complete state billions of years ago.

This polluted and torn land now looks like a newborn, holy and without a single flaw.

However, in this extreme restoration, Chronos' figure became increasingly illusory and haggard.

His brilliant silver hair had lost at least half its luster.

It was as if his vitality had been drained away, and even his originally solid body began to show a faint sense of transparency.

The price he paid was far heavier than Michael had imagined.

However, facing Michael's gaze of shock and worry,

Chronos just turned around calmly,

There was no trace of weakness in his voice, only a calmness like moonlight: "Okay, the seal has been restored. In a short time,"

"No more pollution will be able to seep out."

His calmness only made Michael's sense of guilt even heavier.

For the first time, this Seraph Archangel who had wielded the holy sword and protected the world for hundreds of years felt the inadequacy of words.

He stared at Chronos's almost disappearing figure, and asked with a dry throat, "How much life do you have left?"

Chronos was slightly startled when he heard this, then smiled carefreely.

That smile carried a hint of the open-mindedness of someone who had seen through life and death: "It's not much, but... it's enough."

Enough of what?

Is it enough to watch the universe come to an end, or is it enough to see one more sunrise before it completely dissipates?

Michael didn't ask any more questions but he couldn't accept it!

He must repay this favor!

"In the name of the Holy Light, I will grant you a miracle!"

Michael's voice suddenly became solemn and full of unquestionable majesty.

Om-!

The holy sword in his hand soared into the sky, and an unprecedented golden flame burned on the sword.

That is not the flame of destruction, but the ultimate divine light of creation and protection!

In an instant, a huge golden field suddenly expanded with the holy sword as the center, covering him and Chronos.

Within the domain, countless mysterious runes danced around like golden fish, and time seemed to be completely frozen and purified at this moment.

An extremely pure life force transformed into golden light ropes.

Tenderly yet firmly wrapped around Chronos's illusory body.

The process of continuous passing and aging was forcibly paused under this domineering and sacred power!

The indifference in Chronos' eyes was finally replaced by a hint of surprise.

He could feel that his aging, which was destined to come to an end, was forcibly stopped by an external force.

This is not recovery, nor continuation, but a miracle of "stillness".

He will no longer age, but he will not recover either, and will remain in his current state forever.

"Michael..."

"This is the only thing I can do for you."

Michael retracted the holy sword, and the golden domain slowly dissipated. He looked at Chronos, whose condition had stabilized.

His eyes were sharp as a knife, "I owe you a favor."

"Now, I need you to do me another favor."

His tone was not at all polite, but rather full of trust and entrustment between comrades.

"You say." Chronos nodded, feeling the gentle miraculous power in his body.

"Guard this place for me while I'm away."

Michael's eyes suddenly turned to the blue planet below, his golden pupils burning with anger.

"Anyone who dares to tamper with the seal of the moon is definitely not an unknown person."

"I'm going to go to Earth, pull out that rat hiding in the gutter, and use my sword to judge his sins!"

Before he finished speaking, Michael's determination had turned into action.

He did not hesitate, and his whole body burst into brilliant golden light.

Like a fragment of the sun, it instantly turned into a golden meteor that tore through the darkness of the universe.

Stepping on the dust on the lunar surface, it rushed towards the earth without hesitation.

Chronos stood there, quietly watching the golden light go away.

He knew that this angel who had guarded the world for hundreds of years had finally left his post for the first time for his own will.

This is not just a pursuit, but more like a handover of mission.

From now on, until Michael returns, it will be he, the dying Titan of Time, who will guard this lonely moon.

On the vast sea, a figure was walking on the waves, slowly approaching the outline of the eastern continent.

Wang Mian looked at the blurry horizon in the distance, but there was no joy of returning home in his eyes. Only confusion and silence that penetrated deep into his bones remained.

Failed.

He tried everything to steal the authority of the law of time, ascend to heaven in one step, and become a truly immortal god.

However, he failed in the end.

The backlash of the law almost tore him into pieces. Now,

Not only did he fail to become a god, but due to the excessive loss of the essence of his soul, his life span was only reduced to the last two years.

Two years may not be short for mortals.

But for someone like him who had once touched the truth of the world, it was just a blink of an eye.

Two years later, he will be completely annihilated and will not even be qualified to reincarnate.

Endless despair was like cold sea water, completely drowning him.

Where is he going?

What can he do?

What could change when he returned to Daxia, a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him?

Just when he was exhausted and almost gave up thinking, an old and hoarse voice sounded behind him without warning.

"You... are finally back."

Wang Mian suddenly turned his head and his pupils suddenly contracted!

I saw a man standing on the sea not far behind him.

The man was hunched over, with wrinkles all over his face, and his gray hair was flying messily in the sea breeze.

His whole body exuded a smell of decay and death.

But that face, that face whose outlines could still be recognized even though it had been eroded beyond recognition by time... was clearly his own!

A self that is so old that it is about to die!

"Who are you?" Wang Mian's voice was hoarse, and his heart was in turmoil.

"I am you." The old king smiled bitterly, and that smile was uglier than crying.

"Or rather, it's you who are still surviving after failing countless times."

He looked at the vigilance and murderous intent in his younger self's eyes, sighed, and said slowly: "I know you have a lot of questions."

"Why am I here? Why didn't I show up to help you earlier? Actually, I already set up a time loop."

“I want to give you hints at key points so you can avoid the wrong path.”

"Then why did you..." Wang Mian clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

If he really did that, how could he end up like this today!

The old man Wang Mian's face showed deep guilt and helplessness.

He closed his eyes in pain, his voice trembling: "Because every time I try to interfere, it will lead to more terrible consequences... I tried to remind you a month ago."

"As a result, the two most trusted companions around you, because of my appearance,"

"I was caught up in a chaotic timeline and turned to ash on the spot."

"They shouldn't have died..."

The old Wang Mian slowly opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes reflected the shocked and painful expression of the young Wang Mian.

"I don't dare try again."

He muttered to himself, as if explaining to the king, or as if confessing to himself,

"Every time I try to save you, I kill more innocent people."

"I can only watch you, step by step, walk towards the dead end that I have walked countless times before."

"Since you can create a closed time loop and you're still alive, that proves you still possess the power of time!"

The young Wang Mian seemed to have grasped the last straw and roared,

"Go back! Go back to before everything happened! Go save them! Go change everything!"

Facing the roar of his younger self, the old king did not react at all.

He just slowly raised his slightly trembling hands covered with age spots.

He stared at the palm of his hand, as if he was looking at something that did not belong to him, his eyes filled with endless sadness and loneliness.

"Go back?" He asked softly, his voice so low that it seemed to be blown away by the sea breeze.

"Time is no longer a toy that I can manipulate at will...it has become a debt that I can never repay."